Saturday, November 15, 2008

It's feels fucking awesome.

It feels good to be back on the field after a whole more than 3 months break. I must say, those 3 months were horrible. I led those 3 months aimlessly, always cooping myself up in the art room, tolerating and swallowing all criticisms, scoldings and pressures, without having an outlet to vent them out. I couldn't even run because art ends around 9pm everyday. Adding to my misery was The House, which was, at that point of time known to be the most unfeeling and detached place I've ever been to. School, at least, I had friends. House, nothing, except frequent tolerating of frustrations that were being emitting out from certain spots.

Though foreign, there's still a sense of belonging we felt. Never had we played on that pitch before as we had the "luxury" of our school's awesome field where we can dive and do whatever, not in public. I miss them. I miss those army boys that always play with us, and the teamies. It was until today that I realised that their presence, though minimal, like once a week, is able to have a huge impact on the entire week. Their nonsense - incomparable. Though irritating, but still hilarious. Though army men, but they behave like boys (though they're damn wishy washy), like we've known each other for a very long time and we're just gathering to catch up on lives through playing on the pitch. I like. It's kinda hard to describe such highly positive feeling, but all could be summed up in a single sentence:

I felt damn freaking happy today.


Prove the phrase wrong, that happy moments do not last long.

We'll make this last.
We'll make this last.

We Will.

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